Chapter 4

"That's enough! Interrogating me like a lunatic—what's the point?"

I braced myself against the wall, watching Derek lean intimately against Summer's shoulder, and suddenly felt completely drained.

But I refused to back down.

"What? You had the nerve to make me a cuckold, but not the guts to let me call you out?"

Derek tugged at Summer's sleeve, looking pitiful.

"Summer, forget it. It's just getting a drink poured on me. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have pranked him."

When I got drenched in red wine, Summer laughed and called it a prank.

But when Derek got his hair a little wet, Summer couldn't wait to defend him.

Summer looked at me with disappointment.

"Derek is younger than you and more forgiving! Can't you learn something from him?"

I sneered. "Learn what? Learn to sleep with someone else's fiancée?"

Before I could finish, Summer punched me in the face.

"Apologize to Derek!"

I swallowed the blood in my throat. "In your dreams!"

Derek pretended to be frightened and stepped back.

"Logan looks so scary. What if he ends up abusing you later?"

He tested the waters: "Summer, since my friends are all here, maybe I should teach Logan how to be a considerate husband?"

Summer heard this and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

The next second, fists rained down on me.

Derek stepped on my face, bent down, and whispered in my ear.

"Logan Carter, so what if you married Summer? The most important person in her heart will always be me."

I struggled to get up in fury.

Derek picked up my car keys from the ground and said to Summer:

"Summer, I haven't had a car lately. I'll just take this Maybach."

Summer nodded, not giving me a second glance.

All these years, whenever Derek asked, even my most prized possessions had to be handed over.

I pushed myself up against the wall, trying to get my things back.

But Summer thought I was going to hit Derek, so she had her friends surround me.

A kick sent me back to the ground.

My head slammed against the table corner, and suddenly everything went red.

Seeing this, Summer rushed toward me in panic. "Logan! I—"

Derek dramatically blocked her path.

"Logan! You're so manipulative! You poured wine on your own head just to trick Summer!"

"Summer, don't fall for it. He's faking. How could anyone bleed this much?"

Summer actually believed him and stopped in her tracks.

"Logan Carter, think about what you've done!"

With that, she led everyone out of the private room.

I lay in a pool of blood, my vision swimming.

I picked up my phone and numbly dialed a number:

"The video I recorded earlier... you can release it now."